Part 2
She looked at me as if I had gone barking mad. �Of course I know it�s there!� she said, with a stunned look on her face. �Why, does it bother you or something?� Oh, how quickly the table had turned. I stuttered for a moment and then summoned up the courage to say �you have such a lovely smooth complexion. I just wondered if it ever bothered you.� Her response had the weight of bricks. �Of course not. This is how I was made and this is how I am. If someone doesn�t like me for me, then they really aren�t my friend, are they?� I felt millimetres small but I learned a powerful message from that simple exchange. Today, there are still times when I want to warn her that �the darn thing� is becoming so long I�m afraid it�s going to get tangled up in her bowl of soup, or worse caught in one of her blouse buttons, but I now know to be a bit more patient, and accepting, and polite! And as I reflected on the experience so many times, I came to realise that she, just like the rest of us, owns a mirror. And if she�s happy with who she is, then who are we to change her.